|Project by refael||posted 06-09-2015 10:52 AM||605 views||0 times favorited||3 comments|
34 cm height
The wood sculpture “Guards of the Chicks” were originally collected from the Weizmann Institute of Science, where I make my daily walk every morning.
The Institute covers a vast area, with rich vegetation and beautiful gardens, and from time to time alterations are made to the landscape. One of these alterations lasted several months, which I observed each day.
I noticed that small trees were being uprooted and thrown aside to make way for new plants. I looked at these everyday but their structure did not catch my eye.
Time passed and I realized that the work was completed. I was afraid that in a few days all of the trees would be thrown into a garbage truck. I looked closely at the trees that were strewn around and decided to take them in any case and try to work on them.
I chose four trees, and asked the guards at the entry gate for their approval to remove them. I was referred to the security officer. I went to him and explained that I was a wood sculptor. He approved in principle, but explained that I also needed the consent of the gardener. The officer was nice and serious, and took me in his car to the office of the head gardener.
The gardener asked me about my sculpting and told me about a big tree that was cut down yesterday, but I would need a truck to carry it. I explained to him that I was only interested in the trees that were scattered along the main path, which were not especially large or heavy. He consented and I rushed to my house. I took the car and went back for the trees.
All of the trees were collected into the vehicle. I brought them home, with lots of mud that was on them and I placed them on the porch table, which had been covered some minutes before in an old sheet. My wife was not enthusiastic about all of the mud and the mess, but at last she understood my heart, and even took a picture of the muddy trees.
When I started working on the first tree, I noticed a special smell in the air. My wife was worried that the dust of such trees was not healthy to breathe. The solution was to cover my nose and mouth with a protection mask, similar to those used by doctors in an operating room.
Once they called me an architect of trees, and this time I felt I was a surgeon of trees.
Despite these special trees, the sculptures that I created from them were interesting.
-- Refael, http://artic4u.wix.com/refael-pesso